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Face Claim for Queen Sanira: Caitlin Stasey.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Losses and Gains.

"News from the Wall, Your Grace," Commander Harry Strickland stated approaching Sanira from behind, her ladies around her as she prepared herself for the day and broke her morning fast. The weather was not on their side as it grew colder and their travel was slow across the Northern landscape as they marched towards the capital.

Sanira turned to face him, it was rare that they received news from that far north and the last thing that they had heard was the sudden death of the last Lord Commander. Condolences had been offered to House Mormont for their loss, it had come as a shock and the reports had been far from easy to read about what had happened to Jeor Mormont. The news came soon after the death of Lady Mormont's eldest daughter and heir, Dacey had been one of the few casualties that they'd had during the attack at the Twins last year.

"Jon Snow has been elected the 998th Commander of the Night's Watch," Harry informed her, knowing that it could be a blessing for the Stark bastard to hold the Wall compared to another. There was no denying that there would be Lannister loyalists stationed there, those who would eagerly undermine their position here; they didn't need anyone sending the news that the Starks had survived the massacre that Tywin Lannister had planned for them with the Freys. Sanira paused at the news, it felt like a lifetime ago since she'd see her husband's brother ride away from Winterfell; she'd been a different person then, so sheltered from the world that she lived in.

"Send the new Lord Commander our well wishes," Sanira stated, she would have to make a visit to the Wall when she got the chance to do so; once the North was secure, she would leave no stone unturned especially in regards to the safety of her realm. There would be no ignoring the fact that while outside the influence of the realms politics, it would not be long before what was happening across Westeros would affect the running of the Night's Watch. It was something that would need discussing with Stannis when the time came, first they had to deal with the Lannisters and gain the Iron Throne from them.

"Of course, Your Grace," Harry stated with a nod of his head, their progress had been slow at best but they were moving stealthy across the countryside towards the Northern capital. "There's also news from Aeredale, Lady Elayne has been delivered of a son," Harry informed her, it had been a long wait but the news had finally come that Aeredale finally had an heir.

Sanira's House would survive past her brother, something that was surely a relief after the murder of her father at the hands of her mother. It had been a grave concern that Elayne would not be able to provide an heir for Arthur, with no sign of any pregnancy in the first six years of their marriage. Deston had been the only heir for Arthur at that time, without taking into consideration any child that Sanira produced further down the line besides her own son. The youngest Tremaine was now serving as a ward to House Wull, Lord Hugo Wull being more than pleased to take on the brother of his Queen as a ward.

"Lady Elayne writes that the boy shall be named Coren," Harry continued, there would be quiet celebrations for the birth of the heir to House Tremaine. It was joyous news afterall, after everything that House Tremaine had suffered in the past few years they had something that they could celebrate. Sanira nodded her head, she was so happy for her brother but she couldn't help but feel the sting knowing that she would have been delivered of her second child by now.

The child had been stolen from her, lost in the attack that should have claimed her life along with the life of her husband. Perhaps that was the price that she had to pay to survive what they had, the Gods had taken her baby in exchange for her and her husband living. Sanira turned away from Harry as she moved across the tent, she prayed that the Gods would not leave her barren; that one day she would be pleased with another child, a sibling for Karlon to secure his throne for the future.

"How soon shall we reach Winterfell?" Sanira asked after a moment to gather her thoughts, she would reclaim their home and then she would deal with everything else.

The sounds of people cheering and shouting filled the streets of King's Landing, many standing on the sides of the street waving to the carriages that were being carried past. The procession heading towards the Great Sept of Baelor, the atmosphere feeling very different from the last time that they had all made their journey.

"Queen Margaery! Queen Margaery! Queen Margaery!" called to their new Queen, there was no ignoring the excitement to welcome the new bride of their King. No one could forget the devastation that the poor girl had suffered when she had lost her last husband during the wedding reception, poisoned by an unknown suspect who still hadn't been caught.

The celebrations for Margaery Tyrell's wedding to King Tommen were muted affair compared to the last royal wedding, the expenses of which the crown were still paying off to House Tyrell. Inside her carriage, Cersei watched the people on the street, a sullen look on her face as her mind went back to the prophecy that she had been given to her as a child; she hated Margaery with a great passion.

The girl was stealing away everything that Cersei held dear, she had watched how she wrapped Joffrey around her finger and had watched in disgust as she did the same with Tommen. Her sweet boy not even realising what the whore was doing as she batted her eyes at him, Cersei closed the curtains of her carriage as they made their way to the stairs of the sept.

The journey didn't take long and soon the royal party were climbing the steps and making their way inside, Cersei dressed in black climbed from her carriage; she stared up at the building that had once represented her time as Queen. It had been here that she had become Queen, here that she had been wed to Robert and she had thought that her dreams had come true.

Instead now she was forced to watch her youngest son wed to a woman that only desired power, she couldn't believe that her son would marry Margaery but she knew that they needed the Tyrells if they wanted to secure the Reach. It was bad enough that this forsaken war was still going, even with the defeat of House Stark the North had not come to heel under Roose Bolton who had yet to respond to any letters from the King.

There had been no news in years now and Cersei had a feeling that they would have to deal with the North after they had dealt with Stannis, the man only going from strength to strength in recent months.

Margaery looked just as beautiful as she had done when she had married Joffrey, a smile set upon her face as she approached Tommen on the arm of her father; the oaf looking all to pleased with himself. Of course, the capital was flooded with House Tyrell for the wedding including the bride's three brothers; two of which spent more time in Highgarden compared to King's Landing like the rest of their family.

Willas Tyrell had spent the last couple of years acting in his father's name as he prepared for his future as the next Lord of Highgarden, while Ser Garlan Tyrell had recently married and was settling down with his wife. Both of the eldest Tyrell siblings seemed rather disinterested in the fact that their sister was becoming Queen Consort, they would rather remain in Highgarden than around the capital.

"I am his/hers, and she/he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days," Tommen and Margaery stated exchanging their vows, both of the couple smiling to each other as the wedding ceremony came to a close. Tommen had never felt happier, he was married to a beautiful woman that took great interest in him; he had never had so much attention put on him before.

Tommen and Margaery shared a kiss, the crowd cheering as they turned to face them holding hands; the two of them smiling as they did so. It was a beautiful day indeed, Tommen felt like he was king of the world; he had never felt so happy in his life. Cersei watched them from her position, no emotion on her face as she watched them before forcing herself to smile; she would not no one see how displeased she was with this turn of event even if she had confirmed the match.

The last thing that she had ever wanted was for anyone to take her children away from her, Joffrey had been murdered by her brother, Myrcella had been shipped off by said brother to marry a Dornish barbarian and now Tommen had been married off to a woman that would steal him away from her. After everything she had done, Cersei wasn't going to allow Margaery to win; she would not allow her to come between them.

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